I nod, chewing my lip so I don’t fucking moan as he retraces the path he’s blazing on my exposed flesh. “Uh huh.”
His smile widens as he dips his head, threads his fingers through my hair and presses his lips to mine.
Sweet baby Jesus, the man can kiss.
Firm but soft, gentle and yet forceful. My knees buckle and my bare foot goes flat on the floor while I grab the top of his pants for support.
“I have something for you.” Zak chuckles as he caresses the apple of my cheek. “I should give it to you now because if your fingers move any lower, we aren’t making it out of here on time.”
I nod like I have the slightest clue what he’s talking about because honestly, that kiss made me all foggy. Zak’s kisses always make me foggy.
“Your call, Blondie.” He arches a brow then laughs again when I frown. “You either finish what you’re starting or let go so we can get out of here.”
I pry my eyes away from his, let them travel down the shirt pulled so tight over his pecs he might actually pop a button, and when they land on my hand, my fingers under the waistband of his slacks directly above a very noticeable bulge, I swallow hard again.
“Oh.”
He shakes his head with a smirk as I let go. “Fucking perfect.” He chuckles before he walks over to the kitchen.
Jeez.
I’m a quivering, panting mess and nothing even happened. I really need to get my shit together or else today will definitely be a disaster in one way or another.
Gathering my composure, I watch my gentle giant grab a long, skinny box off the counter, probably the size of a ruler before he turns back to me with what I’d almost call an anxious smile and a touch of nerves in his eye.
“What’s this?” I take the box when he offers it, my brows flying up higher under my bangs when I see the gold embossed name of a jeweler in town. “Zak...”
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and nods toward the box. “Open it, Blondie.”
So, with trembling hands, I do.
Tears burn the back of my eyes as they take in the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen. Its thin white gold chain is almost invisible and so delicate. The small dreamcatcher pendant in the center with tiny champagne-colored diamonds throughout the weaving in the middle is beautiful. The tips of the feathers are dipped in yellow gold, but the rest is white and it is so perfect, so beautiful and thoughtful I can’t help the tears that threaten to spill down my cheeks.
“Zak...”
He clears his throat. “If you don’t like it I can take it back, exchange it or return it or whatever but I… it just made me think of you and—“
“Will you put it on me?” I carefully remove my new favorite material possession, hold it out to the man who is quickly working his way deep into my soul, then turn and sweep my hair off my neck.
“You really like it?” Zak asks. His fingers brush my skin as the necklace touches my collarbone. “Be honest, Blondie.”
I nod emphatically because I’m going to cry and I really don’t want to redo my makeup, and just as I feel him clasp it behind my neck, Zak groans.
“Jesus, Theo. You’re fucking killing me.”
“What?” I spin toward him with a screech. “Did I do something wrong?”
His emerald green eye is dark, so dark it almost looks black and his gaze is hooded, full of...lust?
“You’ve been keeping secrets from me.”
I frown. “No I haven’t.”
Zak nods and turns me back around. “Yes, you have. First I find out you’re hiding a body so damn beautiful I can’t help but picture what it’d look like without that sexy as fuck dress.” His lips ghost the back of my neck, slip a little lower to the top of my tattoo. “Then I see this.” He nips at my skin. “Find out you’re hiding some ink of your own?” Zak growls as his hands slide over my hips and pull me back against him, his dick hard and heavy as it settles between my butt cheeks. “We might have to skip the wedding altogether.”
“Mmm.” My eyes flutter closed as he presses open mouthed kisses from my ear to my shoulder, my body melting into Zak as his hands move a little lower to the hem of my skirt, my ass pressed firmly against his enormous erection.
I swear to God he could make me come just like this, barely touching me but just enough to have my panties embarrassingly wet anyway. And when I’m literally seconds from helping him lift my dress over my hips just to see what he’d do, Zak’s phone starts ringing.
